When we got to Grideville, Missouri. We went straight to a motel. Kevin was already there, and when he saw me his eyes widened. I was too broken down to talk to anyone, except for Dean. I had no reason to say anything. Dean handed me a dagger.
"What's this for?" I asked him.
"Protection," he also handed me a duffel bag. "I stuffed it full of your clothes, and some other things, that I thought you might want." He left me to go talk to Sam, and Kevin in the next room over. So I opened the duffel bag, and pulled out some of my old things. it was a picture of my mother, and some of my pictures of my friends. I got up, and grabbed the small trash can. I also grabbed a lighter off of the table, and some water. I threw all the pictures in the trash can, and I lit one of the papers on fire. I threw it in there, and watched them all burn. When it was done, I put the fire out, and shoved the trash bag back where it was. Then, fell asleep.